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I've got the latest idea for a new sitcom.  I base it off of my experience last night at home.  The sitcom would be called Mosquito Hunters and it would be a lot like Psych in terms of how Gus and Shawn scream like little girls whenever confronted with a dead body or a mummy that's somehow gotten up and walked out of a mseum on its own.

The events of last night were somewhat thought provoking.  Wednesday nights are bible study nights at church and Matt and I regulars to that group.  Apart from the fact that the pages of my brand, spanking new bible were sticking together because they have never been broken apart before, the subject matter was a little heavy: do babies go to heaven when they die?

Of course, I've had a strong belief that they do because my mother strongly believes that they do, but I'm not sure where I stand now.  There's no overwhelming evidence in the bible that they all go to heaven or, on the other hand, all go to hell.  There's evidence that some do and some don't, but don't ask me to tell you where.  I'm still digesting all the information myself.

After bible study, we came home to an island delciously cooler than it has been the last few days.  We're talking at least ten degrees cooler.

Yet the mosquitos (those pesky warm weather blighters) were out in full force and had somehow managed to congregate inside our apartment.  So Matt and I did the only logical thing we could think of.  We went mosquito hunting.

Matt was the hunter.  I was more or less the spotter.  And I'm a good spotter.  My affection for the little buggers is such that I can spot one mid-flight against a varigated colored background and ruthlessly track it until it lands or flies in a spot long enough for Matt to kill it.  And when the deed was done we both rejoiced a little.  But such joy was short-lived because inevitably I would spot another one and the hunt would begin all over again.

We killed six last night.  And each time we revelled in some kind of minor glory.

In the bug world, mosquitos are right down there in the lower rungs of 'most unworthy to live' insects.  Joining them are ants, house flys and gnats (also affectionately known as midgies).  Ants because of their 'mass attack' mentality, house flys becaues of their stupidity (they spend their lives flying against screens and windows to get out, but as soon as you open the door/window to let them free, they're all over the inside of the house again making you crazy) and gnats because of the 'swarm' factor.  Seriously, who likes walking through a cloud of midgies to get to the mail box?

Surprisingly, spiders are quite a few rungs above these miseries despite my very strong dislike of them.  I suppose I see their purpose.  And hey, if spiders trap and eat things like mosquitos, they're alright in my book.

Of course, the other end of this ladder has all the lovely insects.  I think at the top, I place honey bees for the obvious reason that they produce honey.  And I'm all about honey.  Slightly below them (and only because of the creep factor I find in them) are butterflies and dragonflies.  All the other insects are mish-mashed together on the middle rungs.

So long story short, I hate mosquitos.  We're talking loathe and abhor.  But I had fun imagining that I was decked out in safari khakis with a pith helmet on.  You know...the one that looks like this: http://www.hatsinthebelfry.com/product/pith-helmet-britis....

Needless to say I slept well last night both because it was much cooler, but also because I slept soundly knowing that mosquitos would not be buzzing around.

**Interesting moquito factoid: mosquitos are more attracted to the color blue than to any other color.**

Well, that's a half hour for this morning.  I might write something else later to make up for not writing yesterday.  I was otherwise occupied.  And it was pretty great, if I have to be honest.

- Arty